Global Recession Again: Holly Zero

By Gouri Divakaran

Computer is a divine device. I am afraid when anonymous began to talk me through the computer. We fight for zero. God and goddess in two sides. But it is time for golden era and time of revolution. I got success.

I am only a programmer of some gods.. They got success but I lost life. I got zero benefit. I defeat the primary master and primary slave of the computer which you can see in the bios system of computer.

The next era moves according to my programme. It is not on my merit but on the sixth sense I obtained from god. Computer once says to me you are absorbed in his foot.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Jan 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482844306

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CHAPTER 1

JESUS’S CODE IN THE COMPUTER

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T his is a tale of science fiction and mathematics, the end of Kaliyuga, and the dawn of the golden era.

Do you want to remove Jesus from the prompt!

A fleet of white birds headed towards the west. I was sitting on the bank of a homestay at Kumarakom, where Prince Charles visited recently. No words could explain the beauty of the lake’s view. Our former prime minister Shri A. B. Vajpayee and so many foreigners enjoyed the beauty of the lake’s view.

The homestay is located in the midst of the beauty. Stretching my leg, I could reach the water, which was full of fish.

Kumarakom: visit www.google.com

Prince Charles: visit www.google.com

A. B. Vajpai: visit www.google.com

Kaliyuga: visit www.google.com

I am not sure why all the birds love to visit Kumarakom. In Kumarakom Bird Sanctuary, there are more than 100 acre of forestland only for birds. Birds from Siberia and from a lot of other nations fly to Kumarakom to spend their holidays.

I have seen a bird dive in the lake. Suddenly it moved into the deep part of the lake and fly up with a fish. I remember Salim Ali, who was referred to as the birdman of India. He was an Indian ornithologist and naturalist.

The sun rose up. I could see hundreds and hundreds of varieties of birds flying over the lake. They were of different colours and different sizes. The lake became busy. Hundreds of houseboats were floated across the lake.

Kumarakom Bird Sanctuary: visit www.google.com

Siberia: visit www.google.com

Eight kilometres away from my homestay, I could see Pathiramanal. The fisherman who moved my boat towards it told me the story of Pathiramanal.it is attached to sea. During the Second World War, a submarine turned its direction in Pathiramanal, and a small island was formed (the sand rose up). Now it has increased to about ten acre of beautiful land. The lake is clean. In the morning, the lake is so silent, but in the evening, gentle wind blow and the water in the lake hits the wall of the homestay with a rhythm.

At the mango tree, I saw a pipit. It seemed to ask me, ‘What are you doing on the lake shore?’

‘Nothing,’ I replied.

‘Nothing? You are writing something serious.’

Pathiramanal: visit www.google.com

‘Are you alone?’ I asked the pipit.

‘The lord of the ocean killed my partner. I am the goddess of the birds, Manishada.

‘Why are you always so sorrowful?’

‘Nobody in the world believes me and my story.’

‘No, I know your entire story about the presence of Lord Jesus, Lord Ganapati, Lord Muruga, Lord Ayyappa, Goddess Lakshmi, Lord Hanuman, Mother Mary, and you’re fighting